by Marie Medina
Vince took hold of Emerson’s head this time, and Emerson didn’t resist. She’d never imagined watching one man blow another would do anything for her, but watching Vince’s cock slide in and out of Emerson’s mouth made her blood run hot. She met Vince’s eyes, which were glazed over with pure lust. “And now I see the appeal.” She held his gaze for a moment, and then she turned her head to suck one of his balls into her mouth, toying with it before pulling back again. “Very sexy sight.”
She gasped as Emerson thrust harder. The friction built as he angled his body to take Vince’s cock deeper into his mouth.
“Em, I’m coming,” Vince said.
Emerson didn’t move, and Vince gripped his hair fiercely and thrust hard into his mouth. And then Vince came, crying out and spilling into Emerson’s mouth. The erotic display triggered her own release, and she thrust up to meet Emerson’s motions with abandon, sighing and wrapping her arms around him when she felt him jerk and come.
When Vince slid his cock from Emerson’s mouth, Emerson immediately captured her lips in a fierce kiss. She could taste her own juices and the salty tang of Vince’s cum. Pleasure had her in such a fog that she didn’t notice Vince lying beside them on the mattress until she realized all three of them were kissing in a tangle of lips and tongues.
“You know, Vince, you didn’t mention this as one of the perks of my job,” she said when she was finally able to both breathe and see straight again.
“You’re so good at everything, I thought it best to promote you right away.”
Emerson sat up and removed the condom, wiping himself with a tissue. “So, are we going to tell people?”
“I don’t think we’ll be able to keep it a secret,” Vince said. Looking at her, he added, “Are you okay with that?”
She nodded without even having to consider the question. “I wouldn’t be here if this were something I was ashamed of.”
Vince smiled at her, and then he looked to Emerson. “And you?”
“It’s going to raise some eyebrows, but I really don’t care.” He smiled. “I’m not giving either of you up, no matter what anyone says or thinks.”
Vince stroked Emerson’s cheek. “Good. Because I want to tell the whole fucking world.”
Emerson and Alicia laughed as he got up and went into the bathroom. “Not sure our new manager will really want to write that press release up,” Emerson called after him.
“Then maybe I’ll write a song about it,” he called back, ending the conversation when he turned the water in the tub on full blast.
Emerson kissed Alicia’s forehead. “You look quite content, my lady.”
“I have two ardent lovers who adore each other. I think our current state goes far beyond contentment.” She beamed at him.
His face grew serious. “I do love him, more than anything.” He traced her brows, then her nose, finally caressing her chin. “I want this to work because I’m falling for you, too. I’m not just saying this so you’ll keep sleeping with us.”
She drew him closer and kissed him tenderly. “I know. I’m falling, too. For both of you.” As they kissed she felt strong arms slide beneath her and then drag her away from the kiss.
Vince hefted her in his arms and stole a kiss for himself. “Glad to hear it. We’ve always shared everything, and now that I’ve finally stopped being a coward we’ll find out how much fun sharing can really be.”
As he carried her to the tub, she relaxed and let all the glorious possibilities run through her mind. Maybe lots of people wouldn’t understand, but at this moment that simply didn’t matter.
Chapter Six
Three Months Later
Vince looked up as Garren entered his office and threw a stack of tabloids down. “You guys are overshadowing me. I’m supposed to have the monopoly on being mad, bad, and dangerous to know around here.”
Grabbing the papers, Vince flipped through them. More photos of him with Emerson and Alicia, more headlines with clichéd innuendoes. “Alicia seen them?”
“I don’t know. Theobald keeps records of them all in case anything libelous appears. Unless she goes looking, she probably won’t see most of them.”
Garren had taken the news of their unconventional relationship well, with only a raised eyebrow and a shrug followed by a good-natured laugh. Tom and Mike had both been speechless for a while, but had come around in a short time. All three guys had admitted—eventually—that they had always suspected something might one day happen between Vince and Emerson, and in the end the band as a unit had not been affected adversely. The reactions of everyone else in their entourage had been varied, but luckily no one had reacted too extremely. However, lately the media had been all over them, especially after a photographer had snapped a picture of Emerson and Vince kissing with Alicia standing between them.
Vince worried about the effect on Alicia because she’d seemed tense for several weeks now. Emerson had confided that he thought she might be pregnant because of little physical complaints she’d had. His concern was that she was afraid to tell them, either because she didn’t want a child or because she was worried about their reactions. They had discussed it, and both of them would view it as a happy thing as long as it pleased her. Yet Vince still feared her recent issues might not have a happy cause at all. She wasn’t used to all the attention she was now getting, so he worried the extra pressure might make her leave them.
He got up and handed the papers back to Garren. “Have you seen her since lunch?”
“Nope. Sorry.”
“Okay, thanks.” He left his office and began searching the halls. He’d learned very well in the past few months that holding back his feelings was never the answer. He wanted to know what was going on before something happened, before she had the chance to run away. He knew they were meant for one another, all three of them, and he would do everything in his power to keep her in their arms.
****
Alicia sighed as she fingered her clit. She lay naked on the bed in the room she shared with Emerson and Vince in the penthouse over the band’s offices. Driving the thick dildo deeper, she arched, ready to climax again. She’d been so damned horny for the past few weeks, and she had no idea why. Her muscles ached all the time, and she often felt like her skin was burning. She was not pregnant, and she had never done drugs in her life. Her restlessness and an annoying inability to sleep at night were starting to take a toll. And for some reason, she needed to come all the time, so often that even two men in her bed couldn’t keep her satisfied.
She was on the verge of coming when the door burst open. Sitting up, she saw Vince closing the door, his eyes ablaze and that hungry gaze fixed on her pussy. He was on her in no time, yanking the dildo away and burying his face in her pussy. His rough, aggressive tongue sent her soaring, and he spread her and lapped at her juices as she enjoyed her release. The intensity of her orgasm had her rocking against his face, eager for the feel of his lips and tongue. He kissed his way up her body and gazed into her eyes.
“You know you only have to ask if you need to come.”
Her heart raced as she ran her fingers into his hair. “I know.” She writhed beneath him, feeling hot and restless.
He held her by the shoulders, looking concerned. “What is it?”
She pulled him down until their mouths were an inch apart. “Fuck me.” She needed him inside her with a ferocity she couldn’t explain.
He hesitated, but then she kissed him hungrily. “Please, Vince,” she murmured against his lips.
He kissed her back, and when her leg brushed against him, she felt how hard his cock was. She reached down and fumbled at his jeans, and it seemed like forever before she could free his cock. Her vigorous strokes made him groan.
“What is it, baby? Tell me.” His eyes pleaded with her as he peppered soft kisses over her face.
She wrapped her legs around him and impaled herself on his cock. As he groaned again and closed his eyes, she whimpered beneath him and tightened her leg
s to encourage him to fuck her. After a second hesitation, he gave in and drove into her hard. She could feel every hard inch of him as she soared higher. As the head of his cock found the perfect spot, she arched her back and moaned. Their lips brushed, and his wide eyes told her he was as captivated by the sensation as she was. Another orgasm broke, and every nerve in her body tingled and sparked. She felt ready to burst out of her own skin when his hot cum splashed inside her. Vince held to her, groaning as he gave a final push. Her body gripped him like a vice, the heat from the friction of their lovemaking enhancing her enjoyment. He drew back, and the cool air felt good against her skin. She knew Vince had pulled away hurriedly, but she couldn’t focus her vision suddenly. She felt so different, dizzy and disoriented. Several moments passed as she stretched and tried to come out of the haze. She rolled onto her stomach on the bed, and when her eyes finally focused, she found herself gazing down at two gray paws. As she tried to steady herself, she heard what sounded like a dog crying, and she realized the sound came from her. Vince began petting her to try to soothe her. His touch did calm her, but her adrenaline was through the roof. He pulled back and shed his clothes, telling her everything would be fine. Being able to focus on him and understand him made her feel a little better, but her heart still raced with panic. Then he changed as well. When he began to nuzzle her, her heart finally slowed. She wanted to run around the room in circles, but she was almost afraid to do too much. Even though neither of them could talk, she felt as if they were still communicating as he moved closer and rested his head on her. She caught sight of them in the full-length mirror by the bathroom, and she couldn’t stop staring.
She’d shifted. Finally, she had managed to shift. But it no longer mattered the way it once had. She wanted nothing to do with other werewolves. She only wanted Vince. And Emerson. She whimpered again as her thoughts turned to him. How would he feel about this? Would he feel left out? Would this make him jealous? He had been extra attentive lately, and she had appreciated it, but she hoped that additional consideration he had been showing didn’t mean he was becoming possessive of her. She needed to talk to Vince, but she didn’t know how to change back.
After a few moments, Vince moved away as if he sensed she needed something. She watched him shift back and simply focused on him, concentrating on her body the way she had been while they were having sex. It felt strange, and her muscles pulled and bunched uncomfortably, but soon she was on her hands and knees on the bed.
She swallowed and took a deep breath. “Vince?” Her arms shook as she tried to unlock her elbows and knees from their rigid positions.
He looked at her expectantly. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“You shifted, baby.”
He sounded so happy, so awed. “I know.” She realized that his longing to be with another of his kind had truly been fulfilled now that she had shifted. She didn’t want to detract from his happiness, but she was concerned about what this was going to mean to the three of them.
“I knew something was happening. Your scent changed. I tried to pull out of you, and I couldn’t. Your body wouldn’t let go of me.”
She stared at him. “We were stuck together?” She pulled her lips between her teeth to keep from laughing. After a moment, through clenched teeth, she whispered, “Like dogs?”
He put his hand over his mouth, and his eyes told her he was trying not to laugh as well. “Um … yeah. I got a little freaked out, but the way your body squeezed me as you came, I couldn’t stop myself from coming inside you.”
“It’s okay.” She shifted to sit more comfortably, reaching out to stroke his arm. “So we were right. Being around you has made my connection to that part of myself stronger. You did awaken my instinct.”
“It seems so.”
She nodded. “What will Emerson say? It’s still new, so I’m feeling this weird mix of shock and joy.” She reached out and stroked his cheek. “I’m so happy for you, for us, but I don’t want this to divide the three of us.”
He considered this so long she drew her hand away and began to squirm beside him. He put his arm around her and held her close to his side. “He’ll be surprised.” He sighed. “Honestly, he thinks you’re pregnant and scared to tell us.”
Now she did laugh. “Really? No, I would tell you both right away, I swear.”
He gave her a small smile. “Would you be happy?”
After a moment, she nodded. “Yes. The child’s life would be different, but it would be very loved.”
His smile broadened. “It would.” Kissing her forehead, he sighed again. “Are you worried he’ll be concerned for you?”
“I’m worried he’ll be jealous. My connection to you will be even stronger, and it’s something he can’t share in. We’ll have something he can’t be a part of.”
His smile diminished as his eyes lowered. “I see what you mean. He could feel left out and be jealous of either one of us.”
“Exactly.”
“But he’ll be happy for you, don’t you think?”
She did, but she couldn’t help being worried. “Yes, but I don’t want it to hurt him, and I certainly don’t want him hiding it if he is upset by this.”
“We should tell him soon.”
“I know.” She suddenly felt exhausted. Before she could even say anything, Vince was pushing her back on the bed.
“Lie back and sleep. You’ll need more rest now.”
She reached for him. “Stay with me?”
He smiled and kissed her gently. “Of course.”
She drifted to sleep faster than she’d expected, thoughts of Emerson and what she and Vince had just shared swirling in her mind.
****
Emerson smiled when he finally found Vince and Alicia. Both naked, they snuggled together on the king-sized bed the three of them shared. He closed the door as quietly as he could and began undressing. He’d been worried when he couldn’t find either one of them, but he didn’t blame them for sneaking off for some alone time. The band had put in a lot of studio time the last few weeks, and the media had been a nightmare ever since pictures of the three of them had become hot commodities.
After shedding the last of his clothing, he crawled onto the bed behind Vince, who held Alicia close to his chest. He kissed the back of Vince’s neck and ran one finger down the crack of his ass. Vince stirred and turned into his arms, their lips meeting right away for a long, slow kiss. Emerson had always enjoyed anal sex with women, but fucking Vince in the ass was completely different. Discovering exactly how to pleasure a man with anal had been a very erotic adventure, and truth be told he loved dominating the other man, which was a reversal from most of their day-to-day interactions. Vince had fucked him a few times, but they both preferred for Vince to be on the receiving end.
As Emerson massaged Vince’s pucker, the kiss deepened. When Emerson slid one finger in, Vince gasped.
“I love you,” he whispered against Emerson’s lips. He whispered the words over and over again.
Emerson drew away to get lube and condoms. He was surprised Alicia hadn’t woken up. She had shifted sleepily to her stomach and wrapped her arms around a pillow as the two men embraced.
“You wear her out?” Emerson asked softly.
“Sort of,” Vince said, his eyes lowering. He closed them for a brief moment, and then looked back at Emerson.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything is wonderful.” Vince reached for him. “Come fuck me.”
Emerson stroked himself as he moved forward. “Get on your knees.” Vince did so, and he climbed onto the bed behind him. He lubed Vince up, enjoying his moans and gasps. Vince was pushing back against his hand soon, and when he slid three fingers in and began scissoring them, Vince practically growled at him, looking back with flashing eyes.
Emerson gave a husky laugh as he sheathed himself. “I love doing that to you, driving you wild.”
“Don’t count on getting any s
leep tonight,” Vince said in mock warning.
“I wasn’t planning on it.” He moved to Vince’s hole and slid in, giving him three inches right away. Vince began to move against him. Emerson drove all the way home, angling to hit Vince’s gland just right as he reached around to stroke his lover’s cock. Vince was so hard Emerson moaned as his fingers curled around the thick shaft. “God, Vince. You’re so hard.”
“Need you.” He pushed back against Emerson to meet his thrusts. “Was dreaming of you.”
They found their rhythm, and before long Vince jerked in his hand. Emerson loved making him come. He bent forward, kissing Vince’s shoulder and then grazing his teeth over his neck. “I love you.” He thrust four more times and came, wrapping his arms around Vince’s chest as they both shook.
Vince shifted closer to Alicia while Emerson got rid of the condom. Then he moved around to the other side of the bed to lie down by Alicia. Her eyelids fluttered when he kissed her forehead.
“Hey,” she said when she finally looked at him.
“Hey.” She looked happier and more rested than she had in days.
She turned to look at Vince, and then they both looked to Emerson.
“What?” he asked.
“Something happened. Something good.” She shifted to sit up between them.
Something good? Had he been right? Was she pregnant? He didn’t care who the father was. If she saw it as something good, he was going to be through the roof with happiness. “Tell me.”
Vince put his hand on her shoulder, and she caressed his fingers.
“I shifted today. That’s why I’ve been restless and aching. Being with Vince really has changed things for me.”
Emerson couldn’t do anything but stare at first. She’d managed to shift? For a moment, he felt sad he hadn’t been there to see it, but he pushed that aside because he knew that, even though she disliked other werewolves, her inability to shift had always made her feel less complete.
